It was a long trip to put it lightly, further than he could brave on foot, he needed a car. Sebastian's family didn't own a car, as they strongly believed in public transport and its benefits for the environment. This left his only option to hijack one. It didn't matter anymore the government had fallen and the owner of the car was more than likely dead.

The roads were cluttered with rubble, especially in the cities he passed but nothing insurmountable until he reach Clearwater City. A whole building had fallen, blocking the direct path, all other roads leading to where he needed blocked similarly. As the night crept into the sky, he resigned and came to accept the fact— he'd have to stop until morning, then clear the pathway.

He brought the stolen car to a stop by the mound of rubble that blocked it's way and parked. Before opening the door Sebastian, prepared for the biting cold and pulled his jacket tighter to his body then opened the door. The cold wind slammed harshly against him sending shivers down his spine and his hair on end. His first job was to make sure there wasn't more rubble that would prove problematic beyond the point at hand. He began to scale the steep rubble when he heard a soft whimper coming from the mound.

"Hello?" Sebastian asked unsure of what he heard. He proceeded to lower himself back to the ground repeating himself again louder, "Hello?" This time he heard a weak attempt at words from under the rocks and began searching for the source. He couldn't understand what the person was saying, the voice was weak and drowned out by the wind, but it was present and that's all he needed. Between the rocks of the rubble he saw a small boy sitting curled together one arm laying lazily at his side the other covering his head, some how he had survived in the shelter created around him by the rubble. Lucky, but it would also prove difficult to remove considering if the wrong piece was taken away too soon everything could fall.

"Alright- I can see you, listen if your going to get out you're going to have to listen to what I say. Got it?" Sebastian could see a slight nod from the boy, then processed to talk, "Are you injured?" Again the boy gave a slight nod, "Could you move if necessary?" This time he was answered with a small voice, "My ankle's stuck."

"Okay." He whispered the word to himself a few more time contemplating the best way to approach the situation, "What's it stuck under?"

"The rock above me."

"How?"

"What?"

"How is it stuck? Is the rock crushing your ankle?"

"No, there's a smaller rock tiling it. My foot's caught in the gap."

"Could you move if that was lifted?"

"Not far."

With that he stood up from his crouching position and surveyed the structure. There was a long rock, previously part of a wall leaning, the width steeply slanted downwards, the length slightly tilted from the ground. The piece of wall was leaning against fallen brick fragments and miscellaneous building materials. Once he formed his plan he crouched back down to the level of the boy and began, "I'm going to try and take away as much as I can from the front. When I finish that I'm going to push the piece on the top up, the second I lift it I want you get out. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

With that Sebastian began to remove what he could from the front of the pile with out unbalancing the top cover. Once he did that he walked around to the raised end of the tilt and positioned his shoulder under it ready to lift.

"Are you ready?" He yelled loud enough for the boy to hear.

"Yes." The sound was barely audible but enough. He began to lift the rock, pain shooting through him, he could only lift the piece a few inches before feeling his arms cries to let go and drop the rock. He let out a short cry then yelled, "Hurry!" The boy pulled his ankle free and pushed through the small exit that was made. The moment Sebastian saw the boy free he dropped the rubble and stumbled back in exhaustion. Through heavy breaths he managed to say, "Are you alright?" With that he looked over the boy. He was now cradling his arm but gave a nod in response. As soon as Sebastian caught his breath he got up and made his way over and crouched down in front of where the boy was seated.

"What's with the surgical mask?" The boy asked his voice shaken and weak.

"What-" Sebastian stammered, forgetting himself of the mask, "It's to prevent airborne disease. Whatever they put in the air wasn't nice. How's your ankle?"

"It hurts. What w-"

"Can you move it?"

"Yes. What were you sayi-"

"The disease right?" Sebastian left a short pause for objection then continued to inspect his ankle, "It's a nasty thing, weakens the body, starts the decaying process while you're still alive. Highly contagious when it's rooted in a host... Your ankle's fine sprained at most. Before I do anymore we should get inside. Do you remember your name?"

The man's last statement caught the boy off guard, of course he knew his name, but when he opened his mouth he couldn't think of it. He didn't know his own name, he searched through his mind, nothing, he couldn't remember his age, name, date of birth, he didn't know his family, or if he had a family at that, he knew nothing besides the attacks.

"Hello?" Sebastian asked noticing the confusion on his face.

"No... I don't know." His words were slurred together. Obvious concern was vivid on Sebastian's face, but he didn't say anything to support that. Instead he stood up and and spoke emotionlessly, "I'll see if there's anywhere to set camp."

With that he walked off and began down the street looking into each building until he stopped outside of a low building. The boy couldn't make out the sign from the distance he was seated and instead watched the man as he picked up a rock and broke the window of the building. The movement seemed graceful, practiced— "How often had this man broken into a store? I don't trust him. Why would he help me in the first place? It would of been easier to leave someone injured. Why is he not out of the building yet? Was there someone already there?" His thoughts felt fuzzy and distant, his whole body ached and shivered. "How long was I under there? It couldn't of been too long... It felt like days but that's impossible."

"Hey- you still with me here?" The voice broke him out of his haze and gave a slight nod.

"Right, there's a convince store up ahead, it's been looted but there's enough. Can you walk?"

He didn't want to depend on this man anymore than he had to. He began to lift himself from the ground carful to avoid pressure on his ankle or any contact with his injured arm. The second he moved his head forwards his vision was clouded with black dots, he felt himself lose consciousness and black surrounded him.